The Many Adventures of Chelsea and Meg

Chap 2
The girls entered a octagonal room with 32 doors, which Meg presumed to be a foyer. The floor was made of a black and white checkered tile. The ceiling soared three stories high which gave a sense of grandeur to the room. Many works of art hung along the walls, mostly of half naked women -and fish. Bedsides the tacky art, the foyer was really a pleasant area.

“Wow! What a lovely foyer” Meg exclaimed.

Chelsea laughed at Meg’s pronunciation. “You pronounce it Foyay ... it’s French ... hello!”

Meg looked defiant. “If I want to call it a foyer I guess I can call it that!”

“well, sure you can,” Chelsea replied, “but you will be wrong.” Chelsea smirked at Meg with pleasure, for everyone knew Chelsea was the Rhoda.

“Tomato Tomahto,” Meg said “If I think that...”

“It’s actually tomato” Chelsea interrupted

Meg looked at Chelsea exasperatingly “Shut up” she said with a glare.

“I’m sorry- did you just tell me to shut up?” Chelsea looked at Meg in surprise.

“Yes and take my advice please.”

Now, Meg knew that Chelsea never let anyone tell her to shut up unless they were joking. This was Chelsea’s pet peeve. She thought it was rude and just plain annoying. Besides, it was a very hard thing for Chelsea to do. Chelsea glared at Meg and told her exactly what she thought of her. Their dialogue has been omitted as it is not suitable for children, or adults, or animals.
After about an hour of fighting, Chelsea and Meg hugged tearfully and promised never to have another argument again. Once their tears were dry Meg asked “I wonder which one of these doors lead to our malevolent ruler Jeremy.”

“I don’t know, I guess we will have to try them all.” Chelsea replied.

Chelsea and Meg started for the first door. Before they reached it, a terrible sound came from out of nowhere.

“What’s that?” Meg asked

The sound that reached Meg and Chelsea’s ears, was a plopping, bubbling and gurgling, sound, that you might hear if you were making your way across a steamy swamp filled with mud.

“I think it’s the plot thickening” Chelsea answered.

“ohhh I don’t like the sound of that.” Meg glanced around nervously.

“Come on” Chelsea said “We have to find Jeremy.” Chelsea put her hand on the cold brass doorknob and turned.